Todos os capítulos de My Ex's Best Friend Is My Fake Boyfriend: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

I looked at my mother, waiting for her to deny it.She didn't.“Mom?”She lowered her eyes.My stomach twisted.“You know her.”My mother wiped her tears.“Yes.”“How?”She took a shaky breath.“Because Victoria was my sister.”I stared at her.“What did you just say?”“She was my older sister.”Lily stepped closer.“She wasn't our real aunt.”I looked between them.“Then why did everyone call her Aunt Victoria?”“Because that was what she wanted us to believe,” my mother said.“Why?”“Because she had already built a life around us.”I shook my head.“This doesn't make sense.”My mother nodded.“I know.”“Start from the beginning.”She looked at Lily.Then at me.“Victoria was always different. She was brilliant, ambitious, and obsessed with understanding people. When we were young, she studied psychology and later became involved in research.”“Aster,” I said.“Yes.”“She created it?”“Not alone.”Sarah stepped forward.“She helped design the original program.”I looked at her.“But

Victoria had spent years hiding Lily, manipulating our families, and watching me from a distance. Now she had Daniel, my brother, and she wanted me to walk straight into her hands.But if refusing meant his death, I couldn't stay away.“I have to save him.”Jake took a step closer." I have to keep you safe.”His voice was quiet, but there was something different in his expression.Fear.Not for himself.But for me.I reached for his hand.“I don't want to lose you either.”His fingers closed around mine.“Then don't make me watch you walk into a trap.”Ethan stepped forward.“We're all going.”Chloe nodded.“Victoria expects Emma to come alone. That gives us an advantage.”Mr. Collins looked at them.“She won't be alone.”“What do you mean?” Ethan asked.“Victoria has people watching the estate.”Jake's expression hardened.“Then we'll be careful.”Mr. Collins looked at me.“You have until midnight.”I checked the time.It was barely eight.“We have four hours.”“Less than that,” he

I stared at my mom, waiting for her to explain.“You said you didn't know.”“I didn't.”“But Dad clearly did.”She shook her head.“Emma, your father wasn't talking about me.”“How do you know?”“Because I know what happened that night.”“Then tell me.”My mother looked at Lily.“I was the one who took you away.”My heart stopped.“What?”“After your father died, I knew they would come for you next. I took you and disappeared.”“But you said I was found outside Aster.”“I lied.”“Why?”“Because I needed everyone to believe you had been taken.”I felt tears burning my eyes.“So I was never kidnapped?”“No.”“Then what happened to my memories?”My mother closed her eyes.“I made a choice.”“What choice?”“I took you to Dr. Reed.”Chloe immediately stepped forward.“My mother?”“Yes.”Chloe stared at her.“Why would you do that?”“Because Emma was remembering too much.”My stomach twisted.“What did I remember?”“The meeting.”“The one with Jonathan?”My mother nodded.“You saw the peopl

The drive back to my childhood home felt nothing like the journey away from it. I had lived there for years without realizing how many secrets were buried beneath its walls. Now every tree along the road seemed familiar. Every turn brought back fragments of memories I couldn't quite hold. Jake sat beside me, his hand wrapped around mine. “You don't have to remember everything tonight.” “I want to.” “You're allowed to be scared.” I looked at him. “I am scared.” He squeezed my hand. “Then we'll be scared together.” I smiled faintly. That was Jake. He never promised that nothing bad would happen. He simply promised that I wouldn't face it alone. When we finally arrived, the house looked exactly as I remembered. Dark windows. White walls. The old wooden porch where my father used to sit in the evenings. I stepped out of the car. For a moment, I couldn't move. Lily came to stand beside me. “This is where we grew up.” I nodded. “I barely reme

Nobody spoke for several seconds after my mother's confession.My father could still be alive.The thought was almost impossible to understand.For years, I had carried his death like a wound that never completely healed. I had remembered his face, his voice, the warmth of his hands around mine, and the terrible emptiness left behind after he was supposedly taken from us.Now everything I believed was changing again.“Why didn't you tell me?” I asked my mother.She looked at me through tear-filled eyes.“Because I was afraid.”“Afraid of what?”“That if you remembered your father was alive, you'd search for him.”“I would have.”“And they would have found you.”I shook my head.“So you let me believe he was dead.”“I thought it was the only way to keep you safe.”Lily stepped closer.“What about us?”My mother looked at her.“I failed all of you.”David lowered his eyes.“Did Dad know we were alive?”My mother hesitated.“I don't know.”Victoria suddenly spoke.“He knew.”Everyone tur